A Polish summer

I am in the mountains with my father. It is a small town in the Beskidy mnt range, where Poland's biggest river -- Wisla -- begins. On the first day, as we hiked, dark clouds covered the sky. Grasses leaned to the ground, heavy with mist, and fog lodged in the valleys. We discovered that the bushes on the forest floor are filled with blueberries. They are wild forest blueberries, smaller than their American variety. We filled our stomachs! Yesterday, we went out again, with a blue sky dotted with curly cumulus. It was a five hour hike, and on the way we again gorged ourselves with blueberries and wild raspberries. I've never seen so many! I laid on the grass and could eat the berries off the bushes. A perfect combination of sweetness and sourness. We ate until we could no more, then we gathered berries into glass jars for a breakfast feast. On our way back, we stopped by a farmer's house to get fresh eggs. The kind, toothless farmer went into the barn and gathered the eggs. They were still warm...